It’s been a while since the last episode, thank God, but that didn’t make this one any less painful. On a scale of 1 to bad it was bad. Probable causes- milk, stress? Well mostly just stress I think, not that any thinking on my part has led me any closer to fixing this.
Yesterday was actually a pretty okay day, all things considered, until about lunch which is when we heard about the sudden passing of Sh. Rashid. Whether you knew him or not, whether you’ve ever seen him or not, the news of a 33 year old man passing away from a sudden heart attack is shocking and all you can think is, “But he was only 33…” The news was still breaking when we went for lunch, with a three day mourning period being announced. By the time we got home, I was feeling rather low, and I couldn’t shake off the feeling by keeping busy either. The funeral prayers were held after Maghrib, and I realized again, that it is not the ones who pass away that we feel sorry for, rather all the people that are left behind to cope with the loss. I don’t think there is anything more difficult than a sudden loss, with all the time in the world for you to regret not saying the things you wish you’d said and regret not having done more.
We went for dinner right after watching the prayers, and maybe that’s why nothing sat. I had to take Colofac as soon as we walked into the house, and for the next hour or so it was the same routine- parents rubbing my back and my hands which no longer had any blood flow. Only people who have lost something can truly appreciate the value of what they’ve lost – be it family, or be it the blood flowing through your veins. I guess there’s nothing in the world you can afford to take for granted and everything in the world to be grateful for.